She holds the entire planet in one hand;
While with the other she holds me.
She is a supernova,
My sole source of energy.
Like Hercules she could fight,
But like Hebe she forgives.
I stare at her in amuse
When, to me, she comes back and sleeps.
She is a home of the bohemian,
She is an east wind's trail,
She is a magic of a magi,
Yet she is so delicate and frail.
My palms are too strong now,
And my heart so weak,
I fear of loosing her so much,
Without her, I turn so bleak.
She is my wonderwoman,
Who rescues me from every pain
And I am just the poet
Who composes her poetries rhyming emotions in vain.
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